– 2018/102 – poetry Monday

Sunday, I am eating agrapefruit, church is over at the Russian Orthadox to thewest.

she is darkof Eastern descent,large brown eyes look up from the Biblethen down. a small red and blackBible, and as she readsher legs keep moving, moving,she is doing a slow rythmic dancereading the Bible. . .

long gold earrings;2 gold bracelets on each arm,and it’s a mini-suit, I suppose,the cloth hugs her body,the lightest of tans is that cloth,she twists this way and that,long yellow legs warm in the sun. . .

there is no escaping her beingthere is no desire to. . .

my radio is playing symphonic musicthat she cannot hearbut her movements coincide exactlyto the rythms of thesymphony. . .